Hesychasterion
By Poetry Issue 77
I am hollowing a dwelling in the granite of my heart. I am thinking then to torch its walls, and sweep out all debris with a green, a heavy branch of rosemary. I mean to chip a niche inside therein to rest a…
Read MoreAnd Yet another Page and Yet
By Poetry Issue 77
1. One’s waking of itself obtains _____a rising and—one might say—a dazed, __________surprising glee at having met within sleep’s netherworld one’s own _____dim shadowed psyche, and survived. One’s walking soon thereafter well _____into the morning’s modest glare __________proves—if all goes swimmingly—yet further evidence of being _____obliquely well attended, proves discreetly provident of one’s _____invisible surround…
Read MoreOrdinary Ghosts
By Short Story Issue 77
YOU YOURSELF are a holy mother,” Father Canevin was saying. He was speaking to Miss Dunn’s mother. He sat back in a leather chair that gave a short cough and squeak each time he moved, like an old, brittle bellows. Toom-beeph. Toom-beeph. Miss Dunn listened intensely to such sounds. They were like voices from a…
Read MoreEx Cathedra
By Short Story Issue 77
Je me suis aperçu alors qu’il n’était pas si facile qu’on le croyait d’être pape…. —Albert Camus I found then that it was not so easy as one might imagine to be pope…. BOB BERGERON had been looking for the Pantheon when, having somehow wandered off the Via del Gesù, which he had been assured…
Read MoreSlow Culture
By Essay Issue 77
IT HAPPENED FOR ME in seventh-grade English class. My teacher, Mr. Taussig, was an older gentleman. He had driven a tank in the Battle of the Bulge, which feat of courage helped to offset the fact that he looked like Mr. Magoo. For many months he dragged us line by line through Shakespeare’s Romeo and…
Read MoreRepetition Compulsion
By Poetry Issue 78
This, then, is the complete game: disappearance and return. ——————————————————————Freud [In craps, the “point” is a dice-cast that must be rolled again before a seven to win the bet. Seven, though, is the most common cast, so the odds always disfavor any repetition of the point.] I came to all the senses that would come…
Read MoreTo Make People Wonder: The Collaborative Portraits of Fritz Liedtke
By Essay Issue 78
HER MOUTH is taped shut. That’s what gets your attention first. At first glance, a photograph like this might trigger alarm or suspicion. But context is everything. Look again, and see how those temporary tattoo lines spiral like fiddlehead ferns from her eye to her ear, and that speck of blue glitter gleams on her…
Read MoreThe Track in the Wilderness
By Poetry Issue 78
What is this world but the absence of God, his withdrawal, his distance (which we call space), his waiting (which we call time), his footprint (which we call beauty)? God could only create the world by withdrawing from it (otherwise there would be nothing but God), or by remaining in the form of absence, hiddenness,…
Read MoreLa Pulchra Nota
By Short Story Issue 78
Do not love the world or the things in the world…. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passes away, and the lust of it;…
Read MoreThe Steeple and the Gargoyle
By Essay Issue 78
The following is adapted from a commencement address given for the Seattle Pacific University master of fine arts in creative writing on August 3, 2013. OUR THEME FOR THIS residency has been comedy. As we’ve discovered, it’s a difficult topic precisely because we think we know all about it already. A number of truisms trip…
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